Sometimes in the evening late,
I drift between unconsciousness and fate;
and when a breath redefines my aim
I come around again.
How deep does the time suspend?
A pendent hangs displaying what it may;
and when a voice or a force transcends
I come around again.
Sometimes under stars domain,
a silhouette of drunks are on the stage;
they perform with unbridled shame
and come around again.
And sometimes I sit around and wait,
and piece together innocence and faith;
and then I find that the winds have changed
for the suns ascent.
You and I we're stuck in paradise,
stuck in my mind.

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